My father is slowly dying
Cancers grow within him
Medicine, buying time at best
I've gone home almost every week for the past three months
I just sit there on the couch
Words chained inside me
A stone rolled in front of my lips and another weighs on my heart
I sit there, just listening to ESPN and Fox News
So much to say, but I hear the TV announcers, not my own voice
we've never gone there
We don't talk about feelings
and I don't know how to now, with him

I'll be back again next week, to sit
To wait
Hoping I can speak what I feel